You Said You Owe Me

Chapter 2: Welcome to Greenville

Ivy in the picture to the side.

Chapter 2: Welcome to Greenville

Facebook Status Update: Roll on another day in Hell aka Greenville High

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There's just something about the word 'school' that makes me want to step in front of a bus. It's always been a giant pain in the ass. And the fact that I'm running late doesn't even help.

So now I have 15 minutes to get my shoes on and skate all the way to hell. See any normal teen would just shout for a ride. Perhaps from an older sibling or parent. But no, not me. No older siblings to chauffeur me around. Hell my mother can't even give me a lift as she just had to take that promotion. And my dad you ask? He was the ass that gave my mother the promotion. So now they get to travel the world together conquering the advertising world one city at a time. Whereas little old me gets to be stuck at home all alone.

"Scream! Shout! Scream! Shout! We are the fallen angels"

"We are the inbetween..." no Ade shush. Go answer the phone. "Ivy this better be an emergency as I now have ten minutes to leave the house"

"That's why I called. Me and the mother are outside. Your chariot awaits" she said whilst putting on her most manliest voice ever.

"Okay. Just let me grab my board and see you in a sec."

Most of registration was spent discussing ideas for Friday's Onesie Party. Sounds silly I know, but it's a new tradition for me and Ivy. Don't judge. We all have our sill traditions with best friends.

After our discussion, Ivy and I headed up to art. A full day finishing off my photography course work. Just kill me now. Please? Don't get me wrong I love photography to bits. It's just the lesson I hate. Well more like my bitch of a teacher. All she makes us do is sit around for hours on Photoshop.

"So, you do photography all day today?" Ivy questioned as we headed for art.

"Yes. Well it's more like sitting around on Photoshop for hours on end." I couldn't help but chuckle when I answered her.

"Well hopefully you Miss. I'm Such a Bitch and Will Never Get a Husband isn't in." We both instantly collapsed into a fit of laughter. Miss Wilks really was an absolute bitch. She hated me for no reason at all. Fugly slut.

"Right catch you later slut, I gotta head on over to music." That's ivy the ever affectionate musical genius.

"Laters. Usual place at lunch?"

"You bet'cha."

I pray to the almighty squid of the great blue sea that Miss Wilkes isn't teaching any classes today. Please don't let me see her face when I walk through the door.

"Aidan?" huh...fragile sweet voice? Get in Mrs Johnson is teaching today.

"Sup Mrs J. Don't mind if I catch up on some course work today do ya?"

"Not at all dear." Mrs Johnson really was a sweet old woman. She was such a help when it came to my personal photography. Oh why almighty squid couldn't she have been my photography teacher. "But before you settle down to work my dear protégé, would you mind if I show my year 10 class some of your portraiture work."

"Go ahead Mrs J." seriously who could say no to such an awesome woman "class work or personal?"

"Personal but of course." She had always been a fan of my outside work "My class have already done an in school shoot and I just want to show them what they outside of school hours. How they can get the most out of their free time."

I walked over to my draw to get out my portraiture portfolio.

"Feel free to look at it all." I handed Mrs J the portfolio.

"Thank you Aidan." She quickly pulled me into a light embrace. "Now off to your corner I have a class to inspire." She walked towards the door chuckling to herself.

I could hear the sound of the year 10 kids rushing towards their seats, joking with Mrs J, whilst I edited some photos of last night's sunset. I really started getting into the editing for once in my life when Mrs J called me over.

"What up Mrs J?" I replied whilst walking over to the group that surrounded my portfolio.

"Class this is Aidan Bailey" she introduced "My dear Aidan here is from the year above. The work you are currently admiring is mostly Aidan's outside work" I just loved how gushed over me.

Mrs J went on to explain to the class how great photography done in our own time is. Also how it can boost our grades. Blah...blah...blah...Then she set the class off to do some lighting work.

"So Aidan, the reason I called you over here was to ask a favour."

"Sure Mrs J. What d'ya need my expertise for this time?" the thing with Mrs J is that when she asks for favours you can't help but to say yes.

"Would you mind working with one of my students for a little while? He was absent when the class did their portraiture shoots and needs to catch up. If you say yes I shall let you have my daily cookie. Well half."

"Anything for a cookie" How could I turn down one of Mrs J's famous cookies. They were to die for "So who's the kid?"

"I already sent him down to the studio whilst we talked. He should be set up by now"

"Laters Mrs J" I shouted as I made my way towards the door.

As I reached to open the door I could faintly hear a voice whining something along the lines of "Hey how come she gets to call you Mrs J but I don't? I get that she's hot as hell but no fair"

"Oh dear Levi, when you do as much photography as my lovely Aiden then we shall consider it. But for now Mrs Johnson is good" Way to go Mrs J.

After a quick pit stop to touch up my make up, I slowly made my way down to the studio. Let's just hope this kid knows how to work a camera and take a decent shot. I couldn't have a repeat of those year 7 taster sessions from last month.

I slowly made my way into the studio, greeting Mr Joel as he passed. I walked into the room, not bothering to look up.

I was greeted by a husky voice as I dropped my bag onto the floor. "Ready to start this thing?"

Sure enough as I looked up, there stood with a camera was the infamous Cole Davies.